This is a song about "The enlightenment thinker beccaria"

A quick thinker you go against her no time to tinker

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Compulsive drinker turned einstein socrates im a real thinker

Cause after all the lights and screams

Thinkin of the the dreams

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas die over shoes

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

As the tao converted the thief

Enlightenment and excitement is what my lyric includes,

I'm just trying to paint that picture, when i'm rhyming up in this booth

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Sitting down for the rest of the day, i need a geniuine ray of enlightenment,

But if i flash to much/ i look to dangerous/ my mom knows the look in my eye, its lust/